Chapter 1859: line with translation of chapter title

Zheng Ren walked out of the EICU, called the patient's family, and came to the briefing room.

The patient's family consisted of two people: a man in his fifties or sixties, gaunt, his face lined with wrinkles, his hair gray, his aged visage full of sorrow and helplessness.

His wrinkles were filled with dust and grime, bitter and miserable.

The other was a woman in her mid‑twenties, her eyes red and swollen, her face streaked with tears—she appeared to be the patient's daughter.

The man was somewhat surprised, his eyes bloodshot, full of red veins, but he had a slight sense of relief. The woman's expression, however, was Tension and Anxiety, but Zheng Ren judged that most of it was bewildered helplessness.

"Doctor, has the tube been removed already?" the man asked, wiping his tears.

Zheng Ren already had his own judgment about the two. He sat on the chair in the briefing room, shook his head, and said in a low voice: "The condition that Professor Zhang Jiaoshou just explained, I think you all understand it now, right?"

The man nodded, while the patient's daughter was somewhat bewildered, her hands clasped together, turning pale from the pressure on the bed.

"I have a preliminary understanding of the family's conditions and situation," Zheng Ren said. "The patient's condition is critical; there is something Professor Zhang Jiaoshou didn't mention, and I will tell you now."

The patient's daughter suddenly became spirited, full of hope; the light shining from her eyes had a somewhat pathological brightness.

"The patient's condition is very serious; before, he had no feeling, it belongs to……" As he spoke, Lin Ge passed by, saw Zheng Ren explaining the condition, walked over directly, greeted him with a smile, and sat beside Zheng Ren.

"This person is……"

"I am from the Medical Department, Zheng Lao Ban, you handle your own affairs, no need to worry about me," Lin Ge said with a smile.

"The reason the patient concealed the onset of illness is because there is a problem with the brain's supplying Blood Vessel. Medically speaking, it is called Smog Disease."

The patient's relatives were momentarily bewildered; Lin Ge's smile vanished, becoming somewhat solemn and somewhat shocked.

The coronary artery has a problem; postoperative heart Function failure isn't enough, and there is even Smog Disease?

His heart sank a bit.

"Doctor, what is Smog Disease?" the man asked somewhat fearfully.

"There's no time now to explain Smog Disease in detail," Zheng Ren said firmly. "Based on the current condition assessment, we need extracorporeal membrane oxygenation to ensure the patient's heart Function can hold on until gradual recovery. However, using extracorporeal membrane oxygenation requires the blood to be heparinized… In short, it could easily lead to cerebral hemorrhage."

"If we want the patient to survive, we not only need better, more expensive, more advanced rescue measures, but also need to perform craniotomy Shou Bing." Zheng Ren said calmly.

Not only the patient's relatives, but even Lin Ge was stunned.

How complicated is this? Then what is Zheng Lao Ban's purpose in coming out to explain the condition? Is he going to give up?

Sigh, it's fine, it's fine.

Lin Ge felt Relaxation in his heart.

Looking at the patient's relatives' attire, he judged that even if extracorporeal membrane oxygenation were used, the family would have to borrow a large sum of money to seek treatment.

And even if the patient recovered and was discharged, repaying such a large sum would make future days extremely difficult. Not just for one person, but for the whole family, it would be extremely difficult.

Give up, life always requires constant Persistence and constant giving up.

The man's hand trembled as he wiped his tears, saying: "Doctor, we know, we already told that professor just now, we are giving up rescue."

Zheng Ren glanced at the patient's daughter; she lowered her head and said nothing.

"I'm not here to persuade you to give up," Zheng Ren said. "My judgment is that if we perform craniotomy Shou Bing and then support with extracorporeal membrane oxygenation, the patient's chance of recovery is about 50%."

The man was startled.

The patient's daughter lifted her head, looking bewilderedly at Zheng Ren; she didn't understand what he had just said.

How can the condition keep getting worse, yet still be rescuable?

"Doctor, it's not that we don't want to save," the man said somewhat awkwardly.

He has feelings for the patient, but the actual circumstances do not allow him to act on emotion.

Living, sometimes it's too difficult. Just barely getting by with hardship requires all one's effort. If you add opening the skull, a family member lying in bed needing care…

"In our village, someone has undergone this kind of Shou Bing before, which is basically knocking open the skull."

Zheng Ren nodded; the man's speech, though lacking coherence, was still easy to understand.

"After the Shou Bing, the person is also ruined. Our family…" he said, letting out a long sigh. His waist bent a bit more, as if the weight on his shoulders pressed so hard he could barely breathe.

The patient's daughter interrupted him, asking: "Doctor, how much money is needed?"

"Three to five hundred thousand," Zheng Ren gave a vague figure; to the patient's daughter, this number was practically astronomical.

Upon hearing it, her body swayed, her head felt dizzy, and tears streamed down directly.

"But the money problem can be solved," Zheng Ren hurriedly said: "We…"

As he spoke, someone knocked at the door; Hu Yan Hui carried a box, followed by two people from the Legal Department.

Zheng Lao Ban, we're here.

"Little Hu, change your clothes and go in first." Zheng Ren said, "Those from the Legal Department stay behind; we'll explain to the patient's family later."

Lin Ge was surprised, but he didn't question it.

He quickly ran through it and understood what Zheng Lao Ban really meant.

Xinglin Yuan's surgery live broadcast will bear this huge medical expense. But… this is not an interventional surgery, nor a general surgery, but a neurosurgery!

Can Zheng Lao Ban pull it off?

Lin Ge asked softly, "Zheng Lao Ban, are you confident?"

"Eighty percent." Zheng Ren replied.

Lin Ge nodded, feeling reassured.

"Doctor, I still want to give up." the man said, "Our family's situation, you don't understand, now…"

"You want to go back to farming, then leave now!" the patient's daughter said bluntly, "Has my mom done something to disappoint you?! Now she's lying in bed, and you just want to leave?"

"Girl, you know the situation at home…" the man's head lowered more and more.

After saying these words, he actually felt much more relaxed.

"Don't even mention several hundred thousand; these tens of thousands of yuan are all I scraped together. Going back, I don't even know how to repay it."

"Get out!" the patient's daughter shouted hysterically, "The farther you get lost, the better—even if my mom dies here, you don't need to send her off!"

The man trembled, covering his face, tears seeping through his fingers, mixed with dirt, filthy beyond description.

"The patient's condition is urgent; every minute delayed brings unforeseeable risk." Zheng Ren said: "Seize the time and decide whether to accept conditional assistance."

"What conditions?" the patient's daughter asked.

Zheng Ren explained the surgery live broadcast.

The man stood up silently and said, "Doctor, I still request to give up."

"Doctor, I want treatment; please help my mother with all your might." The patient's daughter also stood up, walked to the side of the table, and knelt straight and stiff before Zheng Ren.

"......" Zheng Ren feared this the most.